Waiting for you

Hurt me, hit me, hell make my place;
yell at me,mock my presence
detest my world, call me names
spread rumours, falsify me in the eyes
of God and people around me.

Taunt me, shred my heart into pieces
shatter my world, break all promises
leave all wounds in heart and soul;
make tears my constant companion
let me die a new death each day.

But one day, there will be a sun
peeping through the viel of unknown force
allowing you to see the truth
of my weeping world
and the honesty with which
I gave you my heart and my soul.

Dreams

Go I must one day
and I know you'll too;
But before you leave me
and my world,
I give to you my world
woven with intricate dreams.

Dreams of love abound
of hopes renewed,lives relived
of dreams rebuilt
of truth retold, of hearts reunited
of feelings felt again.

I give you all those dreams
and sprinkle over it a new world
of more love, more truth
more life and a new reason to live all over again.

I hate my kids

I Hate My Kids for:
Moving on in my absence
not missing me like I miss them
not crying silently in the dead of the night
thinking of things I do.

Not clutching my clothes
and try to sniff me through the fabric;
not holding my books
like I touch their toys
trying to trace the invisible fingers
that clutched those lovingly.

Not making their eyes sore
and their nose red
sniffing silently,submerging the silent sobs
in the ocean of wishful thinking
wishing the to harness the anchor
in the harbour of togetherness.